written by Fran Healy

Now people [bad word] around
But they don't always stick around [bad word] [bad word] across my head
I wish my hair would settle down

The clock I see [bad word] slow
The batteries [bad word] low [bad word] [bad word] across my head
And it feels the same like it did before
You're just another first footer across my door
And a little less hair than I had last year
But it doesn't worry me because I
I have no fear
Here

The car I see is painted black
I'm staring at the driver's back [bad word] [bad word] across his head
And it feels the same like it did before
You're just another fresh fair across his door
And a little less hair than he had last year
But it doesn't worry him because he
He has no fear
Here
Here

Now people [bad word] around
But they don't always stick around [bad word] [bad word] across your head
I wish my hair would settle down

The clock I see [bad word] slow
We've only got three years to go [bad word] [bad word] across our heads
And it feels it same like it did before
You're just another first footer across the door
And a little less care than we took last year
But it doesn't worry us because we
We have no fear
Here
Have we?
We have no fear
Here
Have we?
We have no fear